Prince Edward Island, September 2009
Sept 15As mentioned yesterday, we got a cab to take us and our bikes to the eastern-most tip of the island along the south coast. He dropped us off at the lighthouse, and went back to Souris. At that point, we were about 24 kms from Souris as the crow flies. I'm really glad we took the cab: the route was pretty - and pretty hilly. On the way back, we rode a bit on the north coast, and then moseyed inland, where we connected with this segment of the Rail Trail, on which we rode back all the way to Souris. My GPS showed me as riding 35.8 kms. Stephen's was a bit more, because he took a couple of little side trips to get closer to the beach, while I stayed on the main road. Here is the track for the day - the green line.
Although the ride was not particular scenic, here are a few photos that are worthy of sharing. First is the lighthouse right at East Point
This is one of the views at East Point. Apparently, East Point is famous because tides collide. We could sort of see this in action, but it was minimal, and very difficult to convey in a still photo. So waves crashing is what you see here.
Here is Stephen on one of his jaunts down a side road to the ocean.
A funny thing - we really noticed a lot of wind in our faces this morning. Then we noticed the windmills. Perhaps there's a connection.....
Stephen was quite taken with this sign. I, on the other hand, just kept pedalling - that yellow blob in the distance is yours truly. To get the full effect, you will probably have to enlarge the picture - do a right click and open in a new tab or a new window - you should be able to see the full picture.
By the way, Stephen spent a bunch of time after that singing to me:
Sigh..... Later, I saw this house, and asked myself how they get into the building. I still have no answer. Maybe a dumbwaiter system.
Off in the distance, the town of North Lake. Most towns here are difficult to identify as such. This one actually looked like one. In fact, our cabbie this morning, a chap of British ancestry (born to a man from this area who went to England in 1939 to fight the war and stayed there, bearing several children, one of whom (our cabbie) came back here) was commenting that this was a strange place in that there are countless towns, none of which match his definition of even just a village: in his view, a village needed to have at a bare minimum a church, a store of some form, and a pub. Most of the towns in PEI maybe consist of a house or two - no commercial activity at all. Very strange.
Here's a close shot of North Lake, which is, in fact, an inlet of the ocean.
Another single maple tree turning colour, and a view of the Rail Trail.
Another view of the Rail Trail, this time with me.
We passed a bog - this is an unusual bit of deadwood in the middle of it.
Tomorrow, we're off to another B&B, in the town of St. Peters. I don't think that it is too strenuous a ride. I hope. |
